I Was Naked When I Showed Up…
I'll be naked when I leave...
The time has come for me to take a break from church. I love the people there, I like the programs, my kids still go on Wednesday night. But, I have stopped being fed by the process every Sunday. The time has come for me to take up my own walk with a renewed vigilance. Every Sunday my family will gather for a time of prayer, worship, and renewal, but we will spend that time together rather than at the church. The body of believers is important to me, the act of worship is imperative, but I need a walk worth talking about – and the demands of my church are not significant enough for me right now.
I did not enter into this relationship with this church with exceeding expectations, and I’m not leaving with great intrepidation. Much like I entered the world, naked – that is essentially how we leave.
There is no blame assessed here, no unsaid reason for my departure other than I need to be fed, need to be more real, need to find a place of passion and power for my Faith. I’m going to start at my own house, and we will see where it leads from there.